Guy lived just up the hill from me in San Francisco. I went over to spend time with him. That’s when he showed me his art – constructions using all his pill bottles, and syringes, and endless medical paraphenalia. It was shocking, and truthful, but it was brilliant. In retrospect, it reminds of how much he kept on until he couldn’t.
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